[Hank70SS]

Someone, don't remember who, posted that poem when Tonys dog Rosie, actually Kathys dog, passed away. Been thinking about it lately as we're faced with having to put our Annie down. She turned 14 in August and is failing fast. She's had dementia issues for over a year. We've spent a small fortune on drugs, one to improve brain function and one to calm her down and one for pain. They did help and she was doing pretty good until the last month or so.

Now her hind quarters are failing, she has trouble getting up and falls on the stairs. I put a rug down by her food bowl, all 4 legs were sliding out from under her when she tried to eat. I have to push her hind quarters to get her up the stairs and hold her collar going down.

She's wagged her tail non-stop for 14 years but now it's stopped. Her tail is down between her legs. She's obviously not happy, maybe she's telling us she's had enough. We can't watch her stumble and struggle to stand any longer so we'll say goodbye tomorrow.